0 comments/ 68069 views/ 14 favorites Dunrossiter By: rlfj Prologue Katherine, Lady Dunrossiter, propped herself up on one elbow and gazed down at the man in bed with her. Earl Dunrossiter was younger than she, and his well formed chest was only sparsely haired. By contrast, the hair at his groin was abundant and thick, which could also describe the cock laying idly between his outstretched legs. Lady Dunrossiter gently moved the bedsheet down off their bodies, to gaze at his nude form, feeling a stirring in her naked loins. She reached out and deftly took his shaft between her fingers and began to stroke him back to life. Although he stayed asleep, the massive organ soon was standing tall and proud, overfilling the hand which began to manipulate it. Katherine could scarce believe the events of the past few years, culminating in her present condition... Chapter One Arthur, 7th Earl, Dunrossiter, mounted his stallion and took the reins from the groom. He checked to see that the brace of pistols was seated firmly, and that his saber was nestled neatly along his leg, then set out down the lane to the gate. He never considered himself in any danger; if the worthless bog Irish peasants decided to give him any trouble, he was perfectly content in finishing it off. Earl Dunrossiter was pleasantly sated as he loped through the green countryside. He had spent the morning whoring and fornicating with a pair of the scullery maids, a buxom pair of sisters who needed the miniscule wages he paid to help support their families. He had particularly enjoyed taking Sadie in the arse viciously, luxuriating in her whimpering tears of pain while her sister Mary, crying as he lightly caned her supple buttocks, was forced to use her mouth on her own sister's cunny. He had so enjoyed it that after he had spent, he had forced the two girls to revive his large and soiled manhood with their mouths, then had made them reverse positions and repeated the process. Afterwards he had lunched with his sons, then had departed. It was a pleasant hour's ride from the estate, up the valley and across the ridge to Sir Dunston's small manor. He knew that Sir Dunston was old and rarely left home anymore, so that he was almost assured that the gentleman would be home. Riding up to the manor house, he climbed down and tossed the reins to the groom that scurried forth, then announced himself to Sir Dunston's English butler. Earl Dunrossiter's visit was an annual occurrence and he followed the butler into the manor, waiting in the foyer until he was admitted. Moments later, he was ushered into the parlor, where Sir Dunston was rising from his armchair. "Sit down, sit down, Malcolm. No need to get up on my account.", said Arthur. Sir Malcolm Dunston managed to slowly climb to his feet, and said, "Welcome, Arthur. Pleasant ride?" "Perfectly fine, Malcolm. Now do sit down, please." He went around to Sir Dunston's side and allowed the much older man to rest a frail arm on his wrist and lower himself back into the chair. The butler came in and poured both men a glass of sherry, then left. Dunston smiled at his old friend and said, "I suspect I know what you are doing here today. You've come to inquire whether I will sell my lands to you, eh?" Dunrossiter smiled back benignly. "Malcolm, can't I simply be here visiting an old and dear friend?" Dunston simply gave him a knowing smile, and Dunrossiter continued, "Well, can't that be one reason? Yes, I'm here to make my annual pilgrimage, to make sure you know I want these lands. I don't want you selling them off on me before I get my say in, what?" "Not while I'm alive.", said Dunston with a smile. "Although who knows how long that will be, eh. After all, my three score and ten was a few years ago." "Nonsense, Malcolm, you'll dance on my grave! I just feel that you'd be more comfortable living in London, away from these foul Irish bogs." "Bah! I have no interest in being anywhere near court, thank you. I'll live out my days here. Why, even my granddaughter is coming back here. Now there's an idea..." Dunrossiter looked at his host, hiding his disappointment. He needed these lands for water rights and pasture. If Dunston would move off them, he'd have been happy to pay through the nose. His children had died several years ago. What was this about a grandchild?! Now he'd never get the estate! "Eh, what was that?", he asked in confusion. "My granddaughter, she's moving back here from London. She's been living with my sister since she was a little girl, and is of a marrying age. You marry her, and you'll get the lands eventually.", he said with a smile. "Bah on you, now, Malcolm. I've already buried two wives; I have no interest in a third. When is she due?" Dunrossiter began turning the possibilities over in his head. Provided that the girl never produced an heir of her own, then his sons would inherit Dunston's lands without question, and what better way to insure that than by marrying the girl himself. "When does she arrive? You should have a ball in her honor." "Today. A ball, here? Not today, of course not." "No, of course not, towards the end of the week, obviously. Today you say?" "Indeed, Arthur, I expect her at any moment." "Well, then, I'll stay and greet her while I help drain your sherry. I don't think I've seen the girl in ten or twelve years, what? Her name is Kathleen?", he asked. Dunston answered, "No, Katherine. Well, all right, if you wish." He rang a small bell and the butler reappeared and refilled their glasses. *** Katherine Dunston appeared within the hour, and Dunrossiter helped his friend to his feet and down the manor's steps as she climbed down from Sir Dunston's carriage. She curtsied pleasantly to the two gentlemen, the Dunston helped her to her feet and clasped his arms around her, hugging her fiercely. Pulling back slightly, he turned her towards Dunrossiter, and said, "Katherine, let me introduce you to a neighbor and family friend, Earl Dunrossiter. Arthur, my granddaughter, Katherine." Katherine curtsied again and Dunrossiter bowed to her, then took her hand and bent low over it, kissing it gently. She blushed graciously and took her grandfather's arm, helping him back into the house. "What brings you out here, milord?", she asked. Arthur Dunrossiter had been pleasantly surprised at the sight of the young woman alighting from the carriage. He had been more than a bit afraid that the girl would resemble Dunston, an obese and florid man with an immense nose, or worse, his late son, a man even uglier than his father. Katherine Dunston was an astonishing beauty. She was slight and slim, though possessed of what appeared to be an amazing bosom, with long and curly brown hair, wide-set blue eyes, a pertly upturned nose, and a pleasantly heart-shaped face. How she had managed to stay unmarried past her sixteenth birthday was a mystery, since any land-hungry nobleman would by all rights have snapped her up for himself or a son. Instead she was still unwed at the almost spinsterish age of twenty! His friend's joke no longer seemed ridiculous, but was an obvious possibility! "Oh, just here to visit and see how your grandfather is, Lady Katherine. My estates are on the far side of that ridge over there.", he said, pointing. "Sir Malcolm was just telling me that he planned a ball in your honor." "I was?", asked a confused Dunston. He knew that he was starting to slip as he grew older, but he could have sworn that it had been Dunrossiter who had said a ball should be held. "Grandfather, really?!" "Um, eh, well, yes, I did say something like that, didn't I." He gave his guest an odd look, then shrugged it off. "Do you like the idea?" "Why, yes, of course, sir." Dunrossiter took this moment to interject himself. "Milady, I know we haven't seen each other since you were but a child, but since you have been away so long, would you allow an old family friend the privilege of escorting you? I think your grandfather would appreciate a gentleman that he knows introducing you to the local society, at least until you have had a chance to meet and make new friends of your own. I pray that I am not being too presumptuous." Katherine's eyes had widened at the thought, and she took in her grandfather's guest. Earl Dunrossiter, though more than twice her age, was in the peak and prime of his health. He cut an immensely handsome figure, and dressed as his immense wealth allowed. She glanced at her relation, to see him eyeing Dunrossiter curiously, then turned back and nodded, saying, "It would be my honor, sir." Chapter Two If Katherine Dunston had any intentions of choosing a husband more her age, Arthur, Earl Dunrossiter, gave her no chance to realize them. She had never before met such a mature and forceful man as the one who began squiring her around and found herself swept off her feet. As her aged grandfather's health declined, she found herself spending vast amounts of time with his neighbor. By late summer he had asked Sir Dunston for her hand in marriage, and the old gentleman, now moving into senility, agreed. The marriage was held at Dunston Hall, and although it was a large reception, the only relatives of the bride were her invalid grandfather and his slightly younger sister. Still, it was more than pleasant enough, and a laughing Katherine, Lady Dunrossiter found herself being bundled into her husband's carriage for the ride back to Dunrossiter shortly before midnight. The entire staff greeted them by torchlight at the entrance to the main hall, and Dunrossiter carried her not only across the threshold, but up the grand staircase and to his rooms. He gently set her down, kissing her tenderly, and allowed her new maids to prepare her for her wedding bed. Dunrossiter smiled as he left the room, retiring to his study. He had employed several investigators in London to determine the girl's marriageable status, and had been pleased and surprised with the results. His new wife had only blossomed into the incredible beauty she was within the last few years. She had matured late in life, being an ugly duckling that had become the most beautiful swan. As he had suspected, when this had occurred, the young swains had begun vying for her intentions, to the extent that two men were killed in duels and another took his own life when she spurned him. Exasperated, her elderly great-aunt had sent her home for safekeeping. Stripping his clothes from his form, he had slipped a dark green silk dressing gown on, then had returned to his bedroom. Katherine had already returned and was now turning down the bedcovers. She started when she saw him return, and he could see the fear in her eyes. She had never known a man before, and knew little of what to expect, except that it would probably be quite terrible. Trembling, she moved towards the candle, bending slightly to blow out the flame, when she felt his hands on her arms. Turning she looked up at him in confusion. "Sir...?" Bending over her, he lifted her face to his gently and kissed her softly on the lips. "No, child, leave the candle lit. I wish to see you in all your glory." Her eyes widened at the thought of being seen naked by a man, but after all, he was her husband now! Dunrossiter gently led her to the foot of the bed. Laying his large hands on her shoulders, he slowly pulled her long, white nightdress off and down her body, allowing it to fall to the floor around her feet. He gasped with delight to see her naked, and his bride closed her eyes with embarrassment, standing stock still before him. She was even more beautiful than he had imagined. Her breasts were magnificent mountains of flesh, capped with large and prominent nipples. Her waist was extremely narrow and he thought that he might be able to circumnavigate it with his hands. Her furrow was lightly downed in a pleasingly dark brown, and her legs were flawless. Her complexion was a perfectly unblemished pale white. He knew that she would provide him with many delightful trysts. "My God, but you're beautiful!", he exclaimed, at which she opened her eyes in wonderment, astounded that she had not yet been ravished and thrown aside, which is what her great-aunt had warned her would surely happen next. Her eyes widened further as she watched her new husband undo the belt of his dressing gown and peel it off. She marveled at his strong and manly physique, the wide and muscular shoulders, the well-formed sinews of his arms, the thick hair which covered his chest, still a dark black like that on his head, the narrowness of his waist. Her gaze stopped as her eyes lowered and she gasped at the sight of his manhood. It was huge! Long and thick, surrounded by a dark mass of hair which could not hide the pendulous sac beneath it, it reared up mightily, pointing at her, pulsing with life and vibrancy! There was no possible way that she could accept such a monstrous organ within herself; it would tear her asunder! Tears began welling up in her eyes and she looked up at her husband piteously. It was then that Dunrossiter decided to spare Katherine as much pain as he could, rather than taking her immediately for his own needs and pleasures. Wiping away her tears with a fingertip, he led her to the bed and settled her onto it, then climbed up after her. He stretched out on the bed and rolled towards her and took her in his arms, hugging her and caressing her back and flanks. Katherine began to slowly relax. He began by hugging her to his breast and calming her tears. His bride relaxed as she realized her imminent rape was not to be forthcoming. Loosening his grasp, Dunrossiter slid an arm from around her naked back and began rubbing it along her side. Slowly his hand began wandering further afield, and Katherine gasped quietly as she felt his strong fingers touching and fondling her breasts. Flames of passion shot through her at his touch. Never before when she had toyed with herself had it ever felt like this! As his wife relaxed and began responding in his arms, Dunrossiter slowly pushed her onto her back and began making bolder advances. He lowered his face to the breast he held and began licking and suckling on the nipple. He smiled as his bride began moaning encouragement. Sliding his hand lower, he reached between her legs and cupped her sex. It was already hot and moist with her desire. Gently inserting a fingertip, he found her button and began caressing it gently. Katherine reacted as if she had been struck by lightning, thrashing and crying out incoherently. It was time for the next step. Removing his finger, he grasped her hands and drew them between them, pressing them against the member which throbbed against her. She gave a violent start as she realized what was occurring, but Dunrossiter held her hands at his crotch and resumed suckling her overly abundant breasts. Gasping with passion, she instinctively took hold of his manhood and began stroking and pulling it towards her, as if she unconsciously wanted it closer. The secretions which slowly flowed into her hands lubricated it gently. Dunrossiter returned to manipulating her womanhood. Finally, as his virgin bride writhed beneath him, gasping and crying at the sensations tearing at her, Dunrossiter deftly crawled on top and between her thrashing legs. Her juices were running freely, oiling his hand and soiling the silk sheets, and the tip of his cock slipped easily into her pulsing slit. As his cockhead seated itself against her maidenhead, Katherine let out a cry, opening her eyes and staring up at her husband in horror. Smiling, he thrust forward savagely, tearing through the flimsy defense, and she howled in anguish. He lay atop her quietly, pleased with the copious flow of her tears, and held her firmly as her pain began to subside. Katherine Dunrossiter could scarce believe the change from the supreme pleasure that her new husband had been providing and the searing torture she was now suffering. The subtle smile on his face made it seem almost as if he was enjoying her pain! Then she felt him begin to move within her, his hips slowly bucking forward and backwards and the pain receded, to be replaced by the most astonishing feeling of pleasure she could have imagined. Once more she began writhing in her husband's arms as her body began responding to the outsized organ pistoning within her. Within moments she was gasping as she shook in but the first of her wedding night orgasms. Delighted with his wife's response, Dunrossiter began pummeling his cock into her abused sex. It was far tighter than he could believe, though her natural essences flowed freely, easing his assault. He rarely concerned himself with the pleasure of his partners, and maidens were particularly bothersome, carrying on and crying so, but he was rather pleased in this case. He spent himself while his bride was in the midst of her second orgasm, arching his back and roaring out his pleasure. Katherine quaked beneath the force of his upheaval. He stayed within his wife, hardening rapidly as she shivered with joy beneath him, and he was delighted as she began taking a more active role in her own pleasures, wrapping her legs around his waist and goading him on. Their third bout was the best of all, as she whimpered endearments to him, urging him to greater and more prodigious efforts, and afterwards, both collapsed into each others arms, rolling apart with heaving chests, to sleep cuddled against each other. Chapter 3 Dunrossiter awoke in the late morning and gazed across at his bride. Jade and rake that he was, he was forced to admit that her performance the previous night had been nothing short of spectacular! Her cunny had grasped at his organ like few before it had, milking his seed from him till he was limp and tired. Now, as he gazed down at her naked form he felt a stirring in his loins. He reached over and began stroking one of her firm breasts, smiling as her nipple stiffened even though she was still asleep. He continued flicking his fingers across the dark flesh, contrasting so nicely with the rest of her flawlessly creamy skin, until she began to stir. Katherine woke slowly to the delicious assault and gazed up at her new husband lovingly. She could see his manhood stiff and expectant, swollen with desire, and knew he wanted to begin anew. Raising herself up on one elbow, she was surprised at the soreness in her loins, and groaned lowly. "Oh, Arthur, please, not just yet, darling, please?", she begged of him. Dunrossiter was not overly surprised by this turn of events. She had been a virgin at this time yesterday, and some pain was to be expected, after all. Well, that was what the servant girls were good for, in any case. "Certainly, my dear. Perhaps later, after a nice soothing bath?" "Oh, thank you, sir." She smiled at the Earl and said, "Yes, milord, I'm sure I'll be better by this evening. I'm sorry, darling." "Of, course, Katherine, go back to sleep now." Dunrossiter stood and wrapped his dressing gown around himself and left the bedroom. He used the chamberpot in his privy, then stepped into his dressing room. As expected, a servant girl, Jenny, was waiting for him. He stepped in front of her and removed his robe. His manhood sprang forth stiffly. Grasping her firmly, he pulled her top down around her waist, then pushed her to her knees before him. Jenny had been used numerous times by Earl Dunrossiter, as had all the women of the household. The potato crop had been poor the last two years, and looked to be no better this year. Work on the Dunrossiter estate was the best, and almost only, work to be had, and a complaining worker would have been sacked and whipped off the lands that they were indebted to. Every worker needed their pitiful wages; it was often the only thing standing between their families and starvation. Jenny opened her mouth wide and guided his oversized organ between her lips. Dunrossiter began thrusting fiercely, gripping her red hair in his fists as he fucked her mouth. Jenny angled her head slightly as she felt it begin to enter her throat and fought off gagging, knowing that it would only cause him to cane her bare ass. She sucked strongly, hoping that he would explode rapidly, and was pleased when she felt his cock swell in her mouth and begin pumping his seed down her throat. She continued sucking and swallowing until his manhood softened and he pulled away, then she gathered her clothing around herself and stood. She kept her eyes towards the floor as she turned to leave. Dunrossiter "Oh, Jenny.", called Dunrossiter softly. "Yes, milord?", she said, turning back. Dunrossiter picked up a riding crop and gently brushed it along her arse. "Now remember, Jenny, and make sure the other girls understand this as well. You will keep this to yourself, and not let my wife know about this, or I shall be angry." He gave her another swat, a stinging swish that caused her to let out a stifled gasp. "Understand?" "Yes my lord." *** Katherine found her new husband reading in his study. He was seated on a small love chair, reading a book when she entered. He set the book on an end-table and greeted her warmly, though he did not rise. She came closer, and leaned down to kiss him. Dunrossiter surprised her with the intensity of his kiss. He pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her, pressing his lips against hers fiercely and passionately. After a moment, she pulled back and smiled. "Milord, you act as if I've been gone for months." "Every moment you're away seems as months to me.", he said gallantly. She snuggled contentedly in her husband's arms. "That is very sweet, my darling, and I thank you for the compliment." Dunrossiter began to stroke her back suggestively, as he laid a hand on her leg. As he began to undo the buttons on the back of her dress, he reached down and slipped the other hand underneath, moving it above her knees to her silk bloomers. "Are you feeling better now, my dear?", he asked, a restive gleam in his eyes. Katherine Dunrossiter had enjoyed her wedding night immensely, once she had overcome the initial pain and shock of her defloration, and looked forward to a repeat that evening, but her husband's amorous advances shocked her. It was still the late morning, and they had not even had their luncheon yet! She struggled against his grip, protesting, "Arthur, really, shouldn't we wait until later?" "You excite me so, sweet Katherine, that I shall never last 'til then." Katherine attempted to stand but was held fast in Dunrossiter's powerful grasp. "Please, darling, let us be off to our chambers then, if you are so in need." Dunrossiter gave his wife a thin smile and continued to unbutton her dress. His other hand grasped her bloomers firmly and pulled them down her legs and out from under her dress. "Nonsense, my dear. I am here now and excited now, so I shall take you now." Effortlessly he lifted her and faced her on his lap, straddling his legs with her dress pushed up to her waist. He stared hungrily at her sex as he undid his breeches, exposing himself to her gaze. Katherine felt her loins moisten at the sight of the immense organ which had pleasured her so much the night before and her resolve weakened. She stopped protesting as he pulled her forward, impaling her on himself. She moaned lowly as she sank down onto him. Her dress fell forward off her arms and her husband pulled her shift down as well, feasting his eyes on her bounteous mounds of flesh. Lowering his face, he began suckling from her as she bounced slowly atop his cock. Katherine moaned as she forgot her protests. "Yes, Arthur, yes! Take me, take me!" Her cunny began its instinctive grasping of the buried monster that filled her beyond completion. Now it became Dunrossiter's turn to begin moaning, as he felt his bride drive him closer and closer to spending. Katherine began bouncing heavily on the entombed cock, only to be rewarded by the incomparable feeling of her husband's organ expanding, pulsating as he blasted his seed deep within her. Sated, she collapsed in his arms, to cuddle as he deflated, their mixed juices running from her across his lap. *** Katherine Dunrossiter had enjoyed the party immensely. One of Earl Dunrossiter's friends had hosted a celebratory dinner a week after the wedding, and the honeymoon was ending. Tomorrow his sons would be returning from their own vacation. She had met them briefly but knew them barely. Tonight was their last night alone, and she expected that he would take her fiercely and frequently. She looked forward to it! "Madame, that is such a lovely dress!", he said after helping her into the closed carriage and climbing up after her. The drive would be over an hour in length and he looked forward to an early start to the night's pleasures. "Thank you darling. It was such a nice party, don't you think." "Indeed, it was, Katherine, but it needn't end yet." Dunrossiter was smiling, though his wife could not see his evil smile in the dark of the carriage. He rolled the blinds on the coach's windows up, allowing the faint moonlight to highlight his beautiful and young wife. "How so, milord?", she asked. "Remove your dress, Katherine.", he ordered. "Milord?!", she asked, shocked. "You heard me, Katherine, remove your dress!" His tone was darker and gruffer this second time. "Milord, here!?! You can't expect..." Dunrossiter's reply was much more sharp and forceful than she was expecting. "Ah, but I do expect you to obey me. As I have told you already, when I wish to take you, I will take you. You are my wife, and must perform your wifely duties as I demand, when I demand, and how I demand. Is that understood!?" Katherine choked back her tears. "Yes, sir, of course, milord, my apologies." "Apology accepted, darling.", he said grandly. "Now, if you would please to disrobe for me." He ignored the tears coursing down her face as she stripped off her clothing to sit naked before him on the cushions of the coach. He surveyed her at length, before saying, "Lovely, my dear, simply lovely." He undid his breeches and slid them down his legs to expose his rampant manhood, then held out his hand to pull her to him. Shamefaced, Katherine Dunrossiter allowed her husband to pull her onto his lap, but was surprised when he faced her away from him. She found herself lifted up and set on his huge organ from behind, and was held in place as the gently bucking carriage provided the motive force to their coupling. The slow and rhythmic rocking proved wonderful and intoxicating, and though she cried gently from shame, she was equally ashamed of her enjoyment in such circumstances. She could feel the juices of her love seeping from her heated loins, coating and lubricating the monster straining within her. Her husband reached around and thrust her fingers between her wide-spread legs to massage his swollen sac and staff, and she bucked back at him as his hands cupped and played with her heaving bosom. She gloried as she sensed her husband's seed spewing towards her womb, despite her embarrassment, and continued manipulating him until he swelled a second time to continue his assault. This was not the first time that Katherine had submitted to the Earl from behind. A few days earlier, while touring the grounds with him, they had chanced upon one of the Earl's hounds mounting another behind the stables. She had laughingly commented on the sight to Dunrossiter, who had taken her into the stables. There, in an empty stall, he had pressed her forward over a hay bale and lifted her skirts and petticoats. Admonishing her to be silent, he had released himself from his breeches and ravished her from behind. Katherine had spent wildly, despite the knowledge that they might be interrupted at any moment, and later that night, had begged of him to repeat the performance. Dunrossiter's cock seemed even larger in this position, and pushed in deeper than she could have conceived, much to her delight. Now, with the Earl spent twice, the carriage rolled up to the side entrance to the manor and stopped. Katherine moved from her husband's lap and began to gather her clothing, but stopped at his command. "Leave it, dear." She turned to face him in confusion. He had pulled his own breeches back on and fastened them securely. "Excuse me, milord?" He opened the carriage door from inside and stepped out. Extending a hand, he repeated his order. "Leave your clothes behind dear. I wish to spend no time later removing them, so it seems simplest to me that you not put them back on." Katherine could not believe the words coming from his mouth! To traipse naked through the mansion like a trollop! Impossible! She began grabbing up her clothing, but was stopped. Dunrossiter reached in and tore the clothing from her grasp, strewing it around the carriage and the entrance to the manor. He grasped her forearm firmly and pulled her out and into his arms. "You must learn, child, that when I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed." "But, but..." She looked wildly about. The coachman was in plain sight but had his eyes fixed firmly ahead. Dunrossiter carried her up the steps and deftly opened the door to his home. A butler came scurrying forward, but at the sight turned and walked away. He continued carrying her up the stairs and what other servants came into view also scampered off. Katherine feared to struggle, lest she call even more attention to herself than her state already commanded. Mortified, she found herself being laid out on her bed. Dunrossiter ignored her protests, demanding that she display herself for his amusement while he disrobed. Lady Dunrossiter fond herself strangely excited at his order and moved up on the bed to place some pillows behind her back and head, then spread her legs wide. She moved her hands over herself as the Earl had earlier, staring at him through slitted eyes as he stripped off his clothing, tossing it aside. By the time he was as naked as she, his manhood stood stiff and erect, seemingly indifferent to the earlier bouts it had been through. He climbed onto the bed and knelt between her outstretched legs, then lowered himself into her. Chapter 4 In the six months of her marriage, Katherine Dunrossiter had learned much of her husband's household and way of life, and had begun to suspect that her marriage had perhaps been a mistake. For one thing he was incredibly high-handed with the servants, indeed, with anyone of Irish blood. He taxed them unmercifully, worked them piteously, and was prone to chastise any errors, whether real or imagined, quite fiercely. Her attempts to alleviate the suffering she witnessed were only partially successful. The servants themselves, so long abused, could not fully trust any Dunrossiter, and the Earl would become angry with her when he discovered her efforts. His sons were as bad as their father. Kent and Robert were nineteen and eighteen years old, respectively, sons by his first wife who had died giving Robert birth. They were much alike to their father, having his same stocky build, dark hair and countenance, and innate cruelty. Kent was, of course, the heir to the Dunrossiter estates and fortune, and Rob's father was expected to buy his middle son a lieutenancy in the Army a few months hence. Both youths delighted in tormenting the servant girls, and if the whispered rumors were only half true, the degradations they visited upon the wretches were scarce to be believed. Not that all the Dunrossiter men were beasts where women were concerned. The youngest son, James, or Jamie as he was called, was born of Dunrossiter's second wife, who had died giving birth to a second child of her own, who had followed his mother to the grave the next day. While his father and older brothers were fond of him, there was little question that he was cut from a different cloth. Physically he was both taller and slimmer than the other men in the family, although as he approached his fifteenth year, he was filling out rapidly. His voice was a tenor, as compared to the baritones of his family, and he was still unbearded. Moreover, unlike the others, he had a decided intellectual bent to his nature, and Katherine often would notice him in the library, immersed in some weighty tome. Truth be told, she found his company much more preferable to the others. There was, of course, the exception of the company of her husband in their bedrooms. What he lacked in a positive nature in every other aspect of life, he more than made up for with his talents and abilities as a lover. His wife craved his touch, and the vastly more experienced Dunrossiter gladly taught his wife positions and techniques she had never imagined. Although he attempted to induce her to explore the oral aspects of pleasure, she heatedly protested that this was the way of Sodom and Gomorrah, and he declined the issue, since there were more than enough Irish sluts around the household to take care of those needs. The wenches could also be induced, if by nothing more than a good caning, to open their buttocks to his advances, as well, so he declined introducing his wife to those ways as well. Katherine loathed the eldest sons. They were only a year or two younger than she, and obviously considered her no match for their charms. On more than one occasion, she had been required to sharply rebuke them for advances and remarks made as to their vigor and abilities of an amorous nature. They had laughed when she had reprimanded their behavior, and had undoubtedly gone off to slake their thirsts with one of the poor serving girls. *** "Well, Rob, what do we have here?", asked Kent, smirking to his brother as they rounded the corner of the barn. Tess Sweaney, an eighteen year old cook was spreading corn for the chickens, wryly thinking to herself that the chickens ate better than her mother and younger sisters. She looked up in alarm as she noticed the approach of the two young men. She knew what they would want, and also that she was presently ripe, it being midway in her courses. Tossing down the last of the corn, she backed up into the barn and moved to scurry to safety. She had barely rounded the corner when she came across Rob, who grasped her shoulders firmly, preventing her escape. "Excuse me sirs, I was just feeding the chickens, and I have chores to do.", she replied, trying to keep the fear from her voice. "I think we have something better here to pluck than chickens, eh, Kent?", replied the younger of the two men snidely. He turned the girl around to face his brother. Kent strode up to Tess and lifted his hands to her bosom, fondling it through her dress and shift. She shuddered at his touch, then gasped as he tore the thin material open, exposing her ample breasts to view. "I think these need plucking, don't you brother?", he asked, pinching her small brown nipples. "No, please...", she begged. "Not now, it's my time..." Kent slapped her cheek. "You lie, bitch. You said the same thing two weeks ago. Hold her, brother." As she struggled in the much larger and stronger Rob's arms, Kent undid his breeches and pushed them down to his knees. Settling himself on a blanket thrown over a hay bale, he ordered the girl to kneel before him. As Rob pushed her into position, he rudely grabbed her head and brought her forward. Tess opened her mouth and took him between her lips. Kent and his brother were both of a similar stature as their father, so she was forced to open her mouth widely to take the engorged member inside. She dared not nip or bite the Earl's heir; the last girl who had done that had been flogged! Behind her she could hear the other sibling undoing his own breeches, and was unsurprised when he knelt behind her. Rob flipped her skirt up over her arse and pushed her legs apart, then buried himself swiftly within her. Tess cursed herself as she submitted to the lewd intentions of the two men. Father McCleary was constantly preaching how the unwed union of man and woman was a deadly sin, one that would condemn a woman to hell. Tess could feel her body responding to the assault. Her cunny was pumping out love oils to ease the passage of Rob's cock, and she reveled in swallowing Kent's. Worst of all was that she was betrothed to Rory Shaughnessy, the blacksmith's apprentice. The night he had asked her mother for her hand, they had gone down to the riverbank and he had broached her for the first time. They had discussed being wed for almost a year, and she had demanded they wait until the banns were posted before consenting to the lusts which coursed through both of them. When they lay together, it was an act of love, but when her body responded to the Dunrossiter men, it was an act of animal passion. She hated herself for responding to the assaults which they visited upon her. "The slut wants it badly, Robbie.", remarked Kent, reaching beneath her to fondle her stiff nipples. Tears flowed from Tess' eyes at the remark, but she couldn't speak with Kent's cock stuffed down her throat. Behind her, Kent's brother hammered into her, and he replied, "Nothing but an Irish slut, but a good one, eh?" "The finest.", agreed Kent. His brother's pounding into the wench from behind was driving her mouth down onto his organ marvelously, and Kent felt himself approaching release. Grasping the girl's hair, he cruelly forced her face forward and unleashed a torrent of his seed into her mouth and throat. Tess could barely keep pace with the flow, then she felt Rob's cock expand inside her, pulsing as he shot into her ripe womb. She moaned around the softening cock in her mouth as her body responded, twitching with release. "A fine slut, Kent. She really likes it this way.", remarked Rob, pulling out of the girl's cunny. His seed ran down her thighs, and he pushed her over onto the blanket covered hay. Crawling up to his brother, he stuck his wet and sticky cock towards Tess' face. "I think I want some of that, Kent." Tess looked at the soft cock in her face, and he ordered, "Clean this off, slut." Kent laughed, and crawled down towards the girl's legs. Shoving them apart, he pushed her skirt around her waist and laughed at the mess Rob had left behind. He began fisting himself to hardness while Rob enjoyed Tess' mouth, and asked, "Was it tight and dry?" Rob looked at what his brother was staring and laughed. "Not too bad, but I don't think you'll have that problem, will you?" "I doubt it!" Kent knelt between the outstretched legs and raised them up over his shoulders. His cock was stiff enough that it slipped easily into her slick cunny, and Tess began moaning anew as Kent began pumping into her from the other end. This second double fuck took several minutes longer, since both young men had spent already, and Tess responded with guilty pleasure, delighting in the rape. Neither was as good as her beloved Rory, but her moans and gasps belied that thought. When Kent and Rob were spent the second time, they lay back on the blanket with a sated Tess between them. She tried to escape, but they held her down, saying they wanted another round. They directed her hands to their crotches and forced her to stiffen the sticky and soft organs. Finally, stiff enough to resume, Rob pulled the girl on top of himself, forcing her to straddle his waist and impale herself on him. "Damn, you, I wanted that.", protested Kent. "What of it, brother? Look what I've saved for you!" With those words, Rob reached around and spread Tess' buttocks, exposing her arse. "Even better!", cried Kent, who crawled between his brother's legs. Tess' arse was slick with their seed, so he forced his cock into the girl and pushed in until he was lodged deep in her arse. Tess began screaming in pain as she was sodomized. Rory had never done this to her, although they often pleased each other with their mouths, so as not to have the shame of a baby coming before the ninth month of their marriage. Rob cuffed her, ordering her into silence, and she began whimpering. She continued cursing herself, because within minutes her whimpers were of joy; the pain had receded and she felt doubly full as the two men fucked her with alternating strokes, long and heavy strokes which caused the maximum pleasure for all three parties. Kent and Rob could feel their cocks sawing at each other through the thin flesh between them, and grunted encouragement to each other. Tess was screaming with orgasm by the time the pair released inside her. Dunrossiter Exhausted, the young men pulled out, slowly rising to their feet. Tess lay half-dazed below them as they did up their breeches. Rob commented, "You don't think the slut was telling the truth, do you, about her being ripe, do you?" Tess began crying again as Kent answered. "What of it? An English bastard is worth any ten Irish lords, eh?" Chapter 5 Katherine Dunrossiter looked forward to leaving the mansion even if it was only for a hew hours. The six months of her marriage were becoming more of a living hell than she could have imagined. Her grand-father and great-aunt had both died several months before, and her husband and his oldest sons were absolute beasts. Although she had never witnessed it, she knew that they were all swiving the wenches around the house. Two had already been sacked when they had been found in the family way, even though it had been whispered that the Dunrossiters themselves had made them so. She and Gwen, one of her ladies maids, climbed into the carriage for the trip to the coast. It would only be a few hours drive to the shops there, but she relished her release nonetheless. They settled themselves into the cushions as the carriage made its way down the oak lined drive. CRACK! The carriage was at most two miles down the road when Katherine felt it lurch and fall off to the side. She and Gwen were thrown to the floor. As they righted themselves on the canted floor, they heard a moan come from outside. Struggling to stay upright in the precariously perched carriage, they managed to open the door and clamber out. It was obvious that the carriage wheel had broken, and that the driver had been thrown off. He was leaning against a road marker, his face white, as he grasped his shin. "What happened?! Are you alright?!", asked Katherine, running up to him. The driver bit back a curse and answered, "Aye, ma'am, but I think my leg's right broke." "What should we do?" The driver grimaced and nodded back along the highway. "You'll have to walk back and get me some help, ma'am." He moved slightly and the broken bone caused him to bite back more cursing. "Now, please, if you will." Katherine stood. "Al right, but I will leave Gwen with you." Gwen looked up at her mistress and nodded assent. The driver, an Englishman like the rest of the senior menservants, snickered and said, "I'll not be needing any of her sort of comfort any time soon. Take her with you." Katherine glowered at the insult to Gwen. The Englishmen at the estate were almost as incorrigible as her husband and stepsons in the attitudes and actions towards the Irish. "So be it, sir." The driver simply nodded. "You'll find a bottle of whisky in the carriage, ma'am. Just leave me that and hurry someone back, eh. Thank you, kindly, ma'am." Katherine and Gwen saw to the driver's needs and then began walking back up the road to the manor. They arrived within forty minutes, and promptly told Clive Tolliver, the head of the English servants, what had happened. He promptly went off to round up help, and the two women went into the manor. Gwen followed Katherine up the stairs to help her change from her soiled dress. Katherine stopped as she approached her chamber door, and decided to instead tell her husband what had occurred. Stepping across the hallway, she opened the door to her husband's rooms and stepped inside, with Gwen following her. "My lord, I thought it best to tell you...", she started, then stopped, aghast at the sight before her. Arthur Dunrossiter was wearing only his dressing gown and seated in an armchair. His dressing gown was open and he wore nothing beneath it. At his feet knelt one of the maids, as naked as the day she was born, committing the sin of Sodom upon the Earl. His gargantuan cock was well into the girl's mouth, and she was stroking and pumping at his thick shaft. "Good God! I leave but for an hour and you are already swiving the wenches?! You bastard!", she exclaimed as she stared. Jenny started at the voice and moved to arise, but Dunrossiter's powerful hands kept her in position. "Have you no common decency, sir? Have you nothing to say? This is intolerable!" Dunrossiter smirked, and asked, "Care to join us, Katherine?" "Bastard!", she shrieked. "I won't live like this! I'm leaving!" She whirled around and fumbled as she ran headfirst into Gwen. Dunrossiter's powerful voice stopped her in her tracks. "And go where?", he demanded. She turned to face him, astonished that he was keeping Jenny at her tasks. "Back home, to my grand-father's estate. I still have that, you know." Dunrossiter smiled. "You mean you had that. If you recall, you signed that over as collateral on the loan for the Dublin properties. It is no longer your estate, my dear. You have no property anymore." Katherine gasped as she remembered the papers she had signed for her husband, shortly after her grand-father's funeral. She hadn't understood them, but her husband had reassured her it was meaningless. Her mind was awhirl! What could she do? Where could she go? Dunrossiter continued. "Gwen, close the door and lock it. You'll be joining us, too." "Stay where you are, Gwen!", ordered Katherine. She was astonished when Gwen moved and closed the door, locking it. Gwen came around and handed Dunrossiter the key, which he promptly threw across the room. Gwen's eyes were downcast, as she said, "Sorry, ma'am, but I had to." The girl was far more frightened of Dunrossiter's wrath than of her mistress'. "Let me explain something to you, my loving wife. Without me, you are nothing but a penniless vagabond, with no lands or income. Leave if you wish, I really don't care. I only married you to get your estate, and I have that now. Leave now and you'll be leaving with nothing but the clothes on your back, and since you have no skills or talents, it will be on your back that you'll have to earn your bread. Mind you, you have considerable abilities in that area, but you need to learn a few things more, eh?" He nodded towards where Jenny was kneeling between his legs, suckling the end of his shaft. "You bastard!", screamed his wife. "Not really. I knew my parents well. My mother was a witch and a shrew, but my father tamed her as well. He remarked to me once that she was as adept at pleasing a man as any Irish slut he had ever met." Looking at Gwen, he ordered, "Strip off those clothes, girl, then help milady with hers." Katherine was astounded to watch Gwen unbutton her dress and peel it off, then pull off her stockings and shoes. The girl was a surprisingly endowed blonde, of medium height and size. The girl stepped behind her and began fumbling with her dress. "Gwen?", she asked weakly. The piteous reply moved Katherine to tears. "It's for the best, ma'am, really. It's harmless and won't kill you. You'll get used to it." Lady Dunrossiter found herself being stripped naked before her philandering husband's eyes. Once bare, she was ordered forward, and Gwen took her by the elbow and pulled her towards him. She found herself kneeling before her husband with the other two girls, staring at her husband's monstrously large organ. She looked up with a start as Dunrossiter began talking anew. "Now, Jenny has it all ready for you. Open your mouth, woman, and please a man as he should be pleased." Reaching out, he grabbed a fistful of her brown hair and dragged her face to his crotch. "Suck it!", he demanded. Katherine Dunrossiter stared at her husband's cock as he effortlessly drew her closer. Jenny had left a small bead of his seed balanced on the tip, and she watched it quiver as her mouth opened. More to push it away than for any other reason, she extended her tongue, which came in contact with his might organ. As she tasted the fluid, her eyes closed in guilty delight, knowing that she was sinning but enjoying the degradation all the more. Dunrossiter smiled with surprise as his wife began tonguing his member. Her natural talents at lovemaking extended to the arena of oral combat. She suckled his cock intensely, as Gwen and Jenny pumped it and cuddled his sac, and he savored the sensation of his seed languorously moving up his shaft to coat her tongue. He began moaning with pleasure as he wife began to take him further between her lips. "Yes, just like that, just like that.", he murmured contentedly. "Swallow every bit, darling." Katherine couldn't believe what she was doing, sucking her husband's organ in the manner of Sodom while the maidservants watched. Even more humiliating was that she was becoming excited by her actions. The proof of her desire began running from her cunny, slickening her inner thighs, increasing her passions to untold heights. She opened her tear-filled eyes to find that the Earl's hairs were tickling her nose, and that she had managed to swallow his entirety. She breathed carefully as his cock pulsed in her throat, and she began bobbing her face on the intruder. "Yes, yes, more, more!", he cried weakly. Then, as he held her head in place, he reached culmination and began filling his wife's mouth with his sticky, sweet seed. Katherine Dunrossiter was astonished when she felt her husband's organ, already huge in her mouth, expand further, then she tasted his fluid as it began pulsating into her mouth. Gagging, she tried to pull back, but was held in place by his stone hard hands. His spewing began to dribble from her lips as she cried, coating the hands of Gwen and Jenny beside her. They leaned in to begin licking the excess away. Temporarily sated, Dunrossiter drew his hands from Katherine's head and she recoiled as his flow ebbed. She stared in excitement and disgust as the girls cleaned Dunrossiter's cock. "Will that be all, my lord?", she asked, a look of pure hatred on her beautiful young features. Dunrossiter looked between his legs and laughed. "Are you daft, woman? We're just getting started. Now, ladies, while I regain my strength, please each other, for my amusement, eh?" Katherine couldn't understand or believe the words her husband spoke. Each other?! What could that mean? She stared in amazement as Gwen reclined and Jenny lay down on the carpet, to bury her head in her friend's cunny. Gwen gave out with a sigh of enjoyment, then turned slightly and began nibbling at her mistress' crotch. She stared briefly, then looked up at Dunrossiter in horror, even as her cunny began spasming with the pleasure it was enjoying. "Well, what are you waiting for, an engraved invitation?", her husband demanded. "Get at it, woman!" She stared at the maids, then looked back up at Dunrossiter. Exasperatedly, he stood and tossed aside his gown. Grabbing a riding crop from his armoire, he strode over. Slashing down, he whipped her on the buttocks. As she cried out, she found his hands on her head, pushing her to the floor where Jenny lay sprawled out, her legs akimbo. "Get at it!", he roared. Katherine found herself staring into the redly haired cunny of Jenny. It was obvious from the juices coating it that Dunrossiter had already enjoyed a tryst with the buxom girl before Katherine had interrupted them. Another few cuts with the crop had her face buried between Jenny's legs. Dunrossiter began giving orders to the women, demanding that they all work at causing another's release. Katherine's cunny began twitching as Gwen's talented tongue found her nubbin. Heat flashed from her loins through her body as she extended her tongue and began lapping up Dunrossiter's seed flowing from Jenny. Jenny began thrashing around on the carpet as Katherine's lips encircled her button, suckling the much smaller feature as they had Dunrossiter's large one but briefly before. The taste of Jenny's flowing juices excited Katherine's passions, and she became determined to sop them up with her mouth. The excitement mounted, and Jenny began suckling her friend, Gwen, fiercely. The three young women writhed before their tormentor, spending freely, their fluids of love flowing copiously. Exhausted, the three women sagged back, separating, to lie gasping with breath before the Earl. Katherine stared up at her husband, once again sporting a prodigious erection. "I see that we are not yet finished, my lord.", she quipped snidely. His reply was a stinging swat across her backside. "Not hardly, dear wife. Now, all of you, get to your feet." He swung twice more, rousing Gwen and Jenny, and the threesome scrambled upright. Grabbing his wife by the arm, he propelled her around to the bed, then forced her to lay down over the footboard. Katherine was somewhat surprised. She knew that Dunrossiter knew that she enjoyed this position immensely, and could not understand why he was allowing her pleasure. The two girls were placed at her sides and directed to fondle her large breasts, hanging down pendulously. She felt Dunrossiter nestle his cock between her buttocks and she finally understood that her pleasure was the farthest thing from his mind. Crying out and struggling helplessly in his arms, she felt his cock tearing its way into her nether regions, threatening to tear her apart. Weeping piteously, she was forced to endure his manhood sawing into her arse. Dunrossiter was mightily pleased with the course of events. His wife's arse was as tight and warm as he had imagined, and her cries of terror simply spurred him on. If he hadn't spent twice already, he knew he would be spewing already. It was several moments before Katherine realized that the pain was subsiding, and that she was beginning to actually enjoy her sodomization! As her husband pumped his manhood into her arse, feelings of intense desire began overwhelming her. Her cunny was flowing freely as her maids caressed her excited nipples. She found herself thrusting her buttocks back at her husband, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her nether hole. She began crying out, "Harder! Harder!", as Dunrossiter drove into her. Finally, as she felt his cock expand, to thrust deeply and begin filling her with his hot seed, she collapsed, her buttocks twitching, as she was overcome with lust. Chapter 6 Dunrossiter lounged in his chambers. He had spent the last several weeks training his wife in her new role and was rather pleased with the results. She craved a hard cock as much as the most wanton slut in his employ! She now enjoyed taking his cock into her every orifice, and was proficient in satisfying the other girls as well. He had rarely had a wench so demanding of his organ, and reveled in his ability to degrade even the finest of ladies. As he got up, Jenny, the buxom and fiery haired wench who had shared his bed with himself and his wife, stirred, waking Katherine. The two shared a kiss, then watched as Dunrossiter moved towards his privy chamber. They lazed in bed, arms around each other until he came out. It was then that they noticed the door had opened, and a third woman, Kate, had stepped in with a pot of tea. Neither woman was surprised when, after accepting his tea cup and sipping from it, he pushed Kate to her knees. The servant girl took his manhood between her lips and manipulated him until he spewed into her mouth. "Very nice, Kate.", he said good-naturedly. " I can see why my sons enjoy you so much. You are quite the serving slut." "Thank you, my lord.", she said with tear-filled eyes. "Good God, Arthur, don't tell me that you talk to your sons about this sort of thing!", demanded an angry Katherine. "Even you cannot be that depraved!" "And what of it, wife?", he commented, as Kate stood and began serving his wife tea. "A young man needs to expend his energies. Both Kent and Rob seem to enjoy taking Kate, and so do I." "And what of Jamie? Does he degrade the women of the household so, as well?" Dunrossiter gave his wife a surprised look at the mention of his third son. "Eh, I don't know as we've ever really discussed it." He looked back at Kate. "Well, does James enjoy your favors as well, wench?" "I wouldn't know, my lord. He's never taken me.", she replied sheepishly. Shrugging, he looked over at Jenny. "You?" "No, my lord. I don't believe he's had any of us, my lord." "What!?", roared Dunrossiter. "None of you!? This is ridiculous. The boy is fifteen already! Kate take care of this today!", he ordered. "My apologies, milord, but I cannot.", she whispered ashamedly. Lifting her skirt, she showed the Earl her stained bloomers, proof that her courses were arrived. "Damnation!" He looked across the room to where Jenny lay cuddling with his wife. "Well then, you do it Jenny. You, sure as the Devil, don't have that excuse!" "Yes, milord." *** Jamie Dunrossiter idly studied the law book in his lap, his thoughts constantly returning to the recent turmoil in the household. His step-mother seemed awfully out of sorts lately, and there were considerable comings and goings of the servant girls to his father's bedchambers. He was too intelligent not to understand what his father and step-brothers were up to with regards to the servant girls, but was of two minds about it. It seemed a flagrant disregard of decency to demand the services of the poor serving wenches thusly, but it also seemed to be a most enjoyable pastime, as well. The normal urges of a young man coursed through his veins, but it seemed wrong to simply go about raping the wenches like his family did. Jamie had spent much of the past few years in London, attending a boarding school. His studies had been well ahead of his peers, and he had been recommended for a course of study at Oxford in the fall. Perhaps, he mused, it would be good to get away from the household again. Perhaps his father was right, that 'sheep were made for shearing.' Nonetheless, what his father did to the peasants wasn't shearing, it was more like butchering! A knock on the door roused him from his reverie. Tossing the book aside, he adjusted his nightshirt and pulled the covers up slightly. "Come in." Jenny opened the door and brought in a silver tea service. "I thought you might like a cup of tea, milord, before retiring.", she said, setting the service down on the end table. "Er, thank you, Jenny, thank you.", said Jamie. He watched the girl intensely as she poured him the tea, then added the cream and sugar. He had always been fond of the older girl, and she seemed especially lovely tonight. Her long red hair had been brushed out until it glistened in the candlelight. She was wearing a simple skirt and a peasant blouse, and the way she moved beneath it showed that she had neglected a shift. If his brothers were to see her like that, he knew she'd be satisfying their needs all night long! Jenny moved around the room seductively, picking up his clothing and setting the room to order, eyeing him speculatively as she moved. The Earl's youngest son was so unlike the others, and not simply in appearance. He seemed much politer and more intelligent than them, and had already made known his intention of reading for the law. Perhaps he took after his mother, she thought. She approached his bed as he finished his tea. "More, milord?" "Thank you, but no, Jenny." Jamie tried not to stare at her chest. Her full breasts swayed delightfully beneath the thin cotton. "Milord, is there a problem? You keep staring at me so.", she asked coyly. Jamie's face reddened and he turned away. "No, no problem, sorry.", he mumbled. Jenny sat down on the edge of the bed and turned to face him. "Master James, were you staring at my boobies?", she teased. She knew that the young man was ready for her advances; several of the maids had whispered that they had found the stains of his manhood on some of his night clothing. Jamie turned back, beet-red, to see the girl thrusting her chest in his direction. He whirled away, muttering denials. "Please, my lord, it's all right. I understand how I could have excited your passions. It is my fault, not yours." She reached out a hand and gently cupped his face, turning him back to her. "I seem to have dressed too immodestly, and I can tell that it has affected you. Please don't be angry with me." Dunrossiter Jamie Dunrossiter had no idea how to respond. Her hand felt so soft and warm, and she pressed her breasts out proudly towards him. Her blouse had shifted, coming down loosely off a shoulder, exposing the top of one magnificent breast. His cock stirred and stiffened instantly, and he felt his face heat as he blushed. "No, it's all right, Jenny, it's not your fault. Perhaps you should go now.", he croaked out. Then, when she had left, he could push down the sheets and abuse himself until he spent. Being around the pretty serving girls, so deft at pleasing men, often caused him to release himself in such a fashion. "Please, milord, you seem as if you wish to look at my breasts." She shrugged imperceptibly and the loose blouse slipped lower, off both shoulders, and was held in place only by her fully aroused nipples. Jamie stared at her bosom. "My job is but to serve. Please, Master James, would you care to touch them?" Jamie stared hungrily at the sight before him. Jenny's boobies seemed perfectly formed, and his cock strained to tear through the covers. His mouth was dry as he gaped. "What?" Jenny took his limp hands and held them to her full breasts. As Jamie gasped, she reached out and tugged the covers from his lifeless body. As she exposed the bottom of his nightshirt, she pulled it up, and gazed at his manhood. She was very impressed with Jamie Dunrossiter, and she cursed herself anew at her weakness. Jenny Meaney had been indentured to the Dunrossiter estate when she was still but fourteen, yet another victim of the Earl's practices in regards to the local peasantry. Even then she had been a buxom and comely girl, and she had been promptly put to use servicing the Earl, his sons, and his English manservants. To her utter shame and horror, she had not only learned to tolerate these assaults, but had come to enjoy, even to crave them. Worst of all, Jenny was a deeply religious young woman, raised in an extremely Roman Catholic society, so she knew in her heart that these sins were mortal. Women were the Devil's playthings and the cause of woe. Was it not a woman who had first tasted the Forbidden Fruit, causing Man's downfall? In her heart, Jenny knew that she was forsaken by God to an eternity of damnation in the Pit for the pleasures she took in coupling with the men of the household. She was allowed no release from these torments of the soul, not even the sordid release offered by being gotten with child by one of her innumerable lovers. Even though she had been used regularly by the men since she had first entered the estate five years ago, she was as barren as a desert. God was prolonging both her agony and her ecstasy, since a pregnant maid was always shipped back to her family as a fallen woman. Instead she found herself the most senior of the serving girls, tormented in her soul by her shameless craving for a man's cock, even as her friends were raped and eventually sent packing. Now, as she stared at Jamie Dunrossiter's erect and stiff manhood, she once again cursed her needs. The Earl's youngest son was fully as grand as the Earl and his older half-brothers, his staff rising long, thick, and hard from his groin, pulsing with vitality, the head protruding from his foreskin bulbous and darkly purple. She reached out tentatively and stroked the head. Jamie groaned piteously as the beautiful and half-naked girl touched his cock. Moaning, he erupted, spraying her bountiful breasts with his seed, sending forth blast after blast like some demented and depraved cannon. "No...", he gasped. Jenny pumped his shaft until no more was forthcoming, and whispered, "It's all right my lord, it's all right. 'Tis a magnificent compliment you pay a simple girl such as myself. You are pleased?" The youth stared at the wench. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..." His face turned even redder and he looked to be on the verge of tears. "Nay, milord, 'tis nothing to be sorrowed over." She continued fisting his shaft, the seed which had dribbled out at the end of the eruption oiling her hand. With the other hand she wiped his burst from her firm breasts and nipples and licked it clean as he watched, gaping at her desire. "Please, Lord Jamie, let me serve you. A man such as yourself needs constant service." She bent down and began kissing the magnificent organ as it stiffened in her hand. "I beg of you, milord." Jamie collapsed back onto his pillows as Jenny's talented lips wrapped around the knob of his cockhead, suckling it as a babe would its mother's teats. The girl continued stroking and pumping him, fondling his sac, while she began sucking his cock between her lips. He moaned as she teasingly brought him to the brink, backing off and extending his pleasure, then began sucking harder than before. His hips churning up off the bed, he cried out as she took him to release and beyond, filling her mouth with the sweetly sticky seed she craved. Spent, he sagged back into his sweat-soaked sheets in a daze as she righted herself and smiled, licking his seed from her lips and swallowing. She stood and removed her skirt, then sat back on the bed. Stroking his exposed thighs, she asked quietly, "Was I satisfactory, milord?" Rearing upright, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately on the lips, tasting himself on her. "Oh, God, Jenny, I've never...I mean...that was the first...you...Good God, I don't know what I'm saying!..." "Please, milord, let me teach you." "Anything, anything! Just stay longer and let me..." Jamie stopped. Let him what? He really didn't know what to do next. Throw her down and rape her? That seemed unbelievably cruel compared to the gift she had just given him. But what else was he to do? "I don't..." She caressed his face tenderly. "It's all right, milord." Taking his hands, she held them to her breasts. They felt full and firm, overflowing his hands, her nipples stiffly protruding from his wide-spread fingers. "Just start here, then perhaps..." "What, what?!", he demanded eagerly. He gloried in touching the magnificent boobies of the older girl. "Tell me!" "Well, perhaps you could return the favor, so to speak." Jenny's loins quivered at the thought of the boy licking and kissing her cunny. Very few of the other men of the house would do so, though she kept herself clean, although all of the girls, and now Lady Dunrossiter, were required to so perform for the entertainment of the men. What Jamie didn't know, she had no intentions of teaching him. "You mean, kiss you, down there?", he asked, unsure of himself. "It was just an idea, milord." She was taken aback by the question. It was obvious the boy had no interest in such things, and she stifled her disappointment. Jenny was completely mistaken by his response to her suggestion. Jamie had no such compunctions against tasting the girl. Throwing off his nightshirt, he pushed Jenny onto her back. Sprawling out on the bed, he lowered his face to the thick red hair between her legs and began kissing and licking the bright pink slit nestled there. "Teach me. Please!", he begged, looking up at and staring between the peaks jutting up from her chest at her face, already gasping in pleasure, then returned to the tasty meal before him. *** Rob and Kent Dunrossiter were walking down the hall of the mansion's private quarters, intent on retiring after a late night, having each ordered a wench to their beds already. As Rob passed Jamie's room he heard a low and frenzied moan come through the door and stopped. Kent continued on a pace or two, then stopped and turned. "What is it?", he asked. "Come here.", whispered his brother, a look of amazement on his features. Kent came back and began listening at the door with his younger brother. Astonishment suffused his features as well. Through the thick oak door came a woman's voice, low but clear. "Oh, God, yes...there, there, yes...oh, sweet Jesus, that's it, that's it...Jesus, Mary, and Joseph...stop, no, don't stop, more, more...yes...yes, Yes!..." Whatever was going on in the next room obviously involved a great deal of thrashing around on the bed. "Who'd of thought the lad had it in him!", said an amused Kent. Smiling, the pair went off to their rooms, highly aroused by their younger sibling's antics. *** Jenny let herself out of Jamie's room as dawn approached. The young man had a virility and stamina she had never seen before, and he had managed to fuck her repeatedly until collapsing in exhaustion as the first strands of daylight showed. After licking and eating her cunny and nubbin, he had allowed Jenny to crawl on top and straddle his waist, to impale herself on him and ride him until he had spewed upwards into her quivering loins. Still unsatisfied, he had rolled the girl onto her back and crawled between her shaking thighs. Jenny had wrapped her supple legs around his waist and taught him to fuck her hard and fast. Afterwards, they had slept briefly, before he had awoken and begun stroking her breasts. The rest of the night had passed in this fashion. First one, then the other, would awaken and arouse the other's passions, then quench them heatedly. Jamie slept late, and arose to find himself alone. Monumentally sated, he spent much of the day whistling happily and reviewing the events of the previous evening, much to the amusement of his brothers and father. None spoke to him of why he was so pleased with himself, though Kent and Rob had laughingly told the Earl what they had overheard. As night fell, he began looking around for Jenny, to see if she would come back to his room again. Jamie was convinced he was in love, and Jenny had spent the day in hiding from him, fearing this outcome. There was no way that the Earl would allow his youngest son to marry "a bog Irish slut older than he is!" Finally, she came up with a plan that would turn his infatuated love into lust. Convinced that he had finally returned to his chambers alone, as she had told the other servant girls to ensure, she went to his chambers and knocked on his door. Jamie had just put his nightshirt on and he whirled to the door, swinging it open wide. His eager grin disappeared as he realized that his love was not alone. Jenny had brought Gwen along, and his face sank. "Milord, I told Gwen how manly and magnificent you were last night, and she simply had to see for herself." Besides her, Gwen curtsied politely, and Jamie looked at her with surprise. Like Jenny, she wore a simple skirt and blouse, with no shift beneath, and suddenly Jamie felt his love turn to lust. His manhood sprang forth, pushing his nightshirt out, and both Gwen and Jenny gasped as he tore it off, to stand there before them, naked and forthcoming. "Oh, Lord Jamie, I had no idea!", said Gwen, suitably impressed. She stepped inside the room with her friend and closed the door behind her. Both girls hurriedly stripped off their clothing. "You're so grand!", she exclaimed. Jamie held out his hands and led the women to his bedchamber, a wide grin suffusing his countenance. Chapter 7 "...and you John Tynsdall, your sister is at Dunrossiter, and we all know what she had done to her! She was buggered by the Earl and his sons until she damn near bled to death!", argued Rory Shaughnessy. Across the table a red-haired man hung his head in shame, saying nothing. None of the other occupants of the tavern responded, though a murmur of indignation swept the room. Rory turned on another man. "You, Seamus, your oldest daughter is an English bastard, and you, Andy, your sister is expecting one. Good God, but how long are we to be expected to put up with this!?", he demanded Seamus O'Toole looked at him angrily. "And what of it, damn you." He pointed at the woman sitting next to Rory. "Will you tell us that what's growing in your Tess is your own handiwork, eh?" Tess Shaughnessy gave a horrified look at her new husband and broke down in tears. She had begun to show and had been sacked earlier in the day. She had been shown off the estate and had run to Rory's shop in tears, desperately afraid that her final hope of salvation would throw her out. Much to the young man's credit, he had taken her in, and then had sent for the village priest. The hurried ceremony would neither make the child his nor delay it past the ninth month, but the woman he loved needed his succor and he had provided. She had agonizingly told him of the day the two Dunrossiter boys had trapped her in the barn, raping her and impregnating her, not caring that they did so. The wedding party had quickly degenerated into a hot and argumentative session among the many who had attended, but tonight there was a bitter difference. Midway through the complaining, a couple of local men who worked the Dunrossiter estate had come in and talked to Denny McLaury. The old man had let out a terrible shriek and bolted for the door, only to be restrained by his friends. The two men had explained what had occurred. Earlier in the day, the Earl had visited Denny and demanded payment on a note that Denny had been tricked into signing. When Denny had been unable to pay, the Earl had suggested that his grand-daughter of fourteen years be indentured to him. There had been little choice between the indenture and debtor's prison, so Denny had acquiesced. That afternoon, the girl had been forced to use her mouth on first Clive Tolliver and then on the Earl himself, to swallow their foul spendings, and in both cases had been caned cruelly on her bare bottom to make her comply. Denny lay half on a table now, crying, dazed and dejected at what he had done. The mood of the tavern was sullen and dark. Denny proved the final spark to ignite the flame that had been building throughout the evening. "I say we go out there and burn them to the ground!" "And I say you're a fool and a mad man!", answered Seamus. "The place is armed like a damned fortress. And besides, I saw red coats riding in today." Despite the heated talk, the mention of English soldiers quieted more than a few of the men. "Aye, and they'll be riding out again on the morrow, and Dunrossiter with them.", said Trey Calhoun. He had been one of the workers on the estate who had snuck out to tell Denny what had befallen his grand-daughter. The room turned towards him. "What mean you by that?', demanded Rory, his blood still up. "I'd be meaning that the soldiers are here to escort Rob off to the Army tomorrow morning, and Dunrossiter means to ride with them to the coast. The house might be a fortress, but not the roadway through the weald.", he replied. A gleam came to Rory's eyes. "And tonight, they'll be celebrating, aye? Drinking and raping and fornicating, eh? And in the morn they'll be damn nigh useless as soldiers, aye, that'll be the case." A number of the other men in the tavern looked at him, some curiously and some calculating the odds. *** Kent helped Rob into the saddle. He was in barely better shape himself than his brother, who slumped across his pommel, and it seemed far too bright in the late morning sun. The corporal and the private soldiers gazed morosely around the courtyard. They had been of too low a rank to have been allowed to participate in the merriment of the night before. Only their captain had been invited to whore and drink with the Earl and his two oldest sons. Even the captain seemed the worse for the wear; only the Earl himself looked primed and able. Jamie hopped down the front steps and shook his half-brother Rob's hand, laughing at his distress. "I hope you freeze in your garret at Oxford.", replied Rob blearily. Jamie laughed and slapped the horse on the flank, causing it to skitter to the side and nearly tumbling Rob from his saddle. The young man cursed his sibling vilely, much to the amusement of his father, who swung his riding crop at the horse and set him in motion again. The party moved down the drive and sorted itself into a semblance of order, with two privates leading the way, and the corporal and the other private following, sandwiching the captain and the Dunrossiters between them. It would be a slow ride to the coast. It would become slower than any had imagined. The party of eight men had been several hours from the estate, halfway to the coast town where the nearest sizable English garrison was quartered. Wending there way through the small forest, only the corporal had noticed the unusual quiet of the woods they were going through. He looked around in concern, but it was too late. Rising as a mass from behind a stone wall, over a dozen men raised muskets, some newly stolen from the English army, some so ancient that they were more dangerous to their users than to any enemy, and aimed them in their direction. The corporal's cry of alarm had barely passed his lips when it was overwhelmed by a long crash as the muskets were fired. Few of the balls actually hit their targets, even at short range, but enough did to turn the small group into a shambles. The corporal and the captain died instantly, and one of the privates fell gutshot. The two other soldiers were thrown from their horses, which fled down the road. Kent was shot from his saddle and had bled to death by the time his wounded horse collapsed beside him. Rob was only grazed, but it was enough to send him reeling into a tree limb, which broke his neck. Dunrossiter was hit in the right leg, shattering the thigh bone instantly, the ball passing through to kill his mount. His horse collapsed, trapping his good leg under it. Screaming in pain, he fumbled for his pistols. It was too late. They were kicked away from him as work-roughened hands dragged him out from under his dying horse. As the men dragged him away, the broken bones in his thigh tearing at him like a knife, he witnessed other men, more Irish peasants, moving among the dead and wounded men and horses, dispatching those still alive with musket butts and knives. The horses were treated much more quickly. Dunrossiter was dragged to an oak tree and tied to it, his arms wrapped around it, his back to the trunk. Disdainfully he looked at the madman advancing to stand before him. He had a long knife in his hands. "Be damned to you, and be done with it!", he roared out. Rory smiled, stepping closer. "What be your hurry, milord?", he said, then gently inserted the knife into Dunrossiter's breeches, slitting them open. *** Katherine wondered where her husband and Kent were. She had been expecting them back in time for a late supper, but they hadn't arrived, so she had eaten it with Jamie instead. Several hours later she had gone to her rooms and changed into a nightshirt and gotten into bed. She knew that after a long days ride her husband would be sufficiently aroused to demand her every attention, and she needed some rest. The previous day and night had been a long one. Dunrossiter had decided to celebrate his son's lieutenancy by joining Kent and Rob in drinking and fornicating with the servant girls until the wee hours of the night. Only Jamie had demurred, hiding Jenny and Gwen in his chambers, visiting them occasionally to check on them. She had smiled at this, since it was well known around the household how he had taken a fancy to the two women. She was sure that his visits had been more than social, since he always seemed satiated when he came back from his rooms. The Earl's behavior had been beastly, surpassing any that she had seen to date. The men had passed around the servant girls like candy, raping and sodomizing them repeatedly, as if it were a terrible contest to see who could spend themselves most often. When she had made a pithy comment to him during a break in the early evening, she had been shocked beyond belief. Her husband had snidely commented that when he had gone away once, his father had invited him in to his bedchamber. There he had found his mother naked, her hands tied behind her back, and blindfolded, bent over the pillows with her arse in the air. His father had already buggered the poor woman, who was begging to be used anew, and he had silently pushed his son into his place instead. The two men had alternated sodomizing the woman as she shrieked for more. "Watch your mouth, wife, before you find yourself bent over in there with the others!", he had warned her. Horrorstricken, she had run to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her and throwing a chair before the door. Dunrossiter It was almost midnight when a pounding on her door awoke her, to the voice of one of the butlers calling for her to come out. Climbing out of bed, she wrapped a robe around her form and opened the door. "You'd best come downstairs, ma'am.", said the nervous servant. "What is it? Has something happened to the Earl?" "You'd best come, ma'am.", he repeated. Mystified, Katherine followed the man to the foyer. Jamie was already standing there, still wearing his breeches, although his shirt was undone and he was barefoot. He was talking to a young officer, a lieutenant by the looks of him. "What's going on?", asked Katherine. "It's the Earl, madam.", said the young officer. "He's been murdered, him and his other two sons." Lady Dunrossiter stared at the man, then slumped lifeless to the floor *** Katherine Dunrossiter awoke to find it still the night. Feeling a weight on her hand, she looked and saw that Jamie was sitting up against the headboard next to her, though his eyes were closed. He was dressed now, and differently than she had seen him downstairs. He was holding her hand in his. Downstairs! That was where she had learned that her husband and Kent and Rob had died. No, been murdered! The Irish peasants had obviously had enough of their foul ways! Suddenly she felt carefree and easy, sin though that was; she was loosed from her terrible husband and his awful sons, and the new threat of incest. Looking over at Jamie, she discovered that he suddenly looked older, as if the new responsibilities of his position had aged him. The Earl is dead, long live the Earl, she thought to herself. Obviously she had swooned and been carried to bed, but something felt unusual. Carefully extracting her hand from the new Earl's, she looked under the covers to discover that she was naked beneath them. Astonished, she pulled them tightly around herself, then reached out to nudge Jamie awake. "Milord, milord!", she said quietly. When Jamie did not respond immediately, she began shaking his shoulder and raised her voice. "Milord! Lord Dunrossiter!" Jamie, 8th Earl, Dunrossiter awoke with a start, looking wildly around his step-mother's chamber, then leaped from the bed. "Milady, I apologize for such familiarity." "Forgiven, my lord. What happened?" Jamie came around the bed and sat gingerly on the edge. Katherine pulled the covers around her naked form more closely. "You fainted, milady. Even worse, you began to shake and shiver and became feverish, and you became overly heated. We carried you hence and I had Jenny and Gwen bathe you. That was last night. You have slept since then. I thought it best to stay with you as much as possible, to keep check on your condition. I suppose I must have fallen asleep. Are you all right? Are you feeling better?" "Of course, milord." Jamie bowed to his step-mother, and said, "Then I shall take my leave, madam." He turned to go. "No, wait!" Jamie turned back to the reclining woman. "Lady Dunrossiter?" She gave a weak smile. "Am I really? Lady Dunrossiter, that is?" A curious look crossed Jamie's face, and he strode back to the bed. "Milady, I do not understand." He sat down on the bed at her side and gazed at her inquiringly. Katherine pulled her arms out from under the covers, though she pulled them up as high as she could, and rested her hands on her stomach. Jamie near gasped at the sight of her bare shoulders, her flesh creamy and smooth, and averted his eyes. His step-mother reached out and laid a hand in his, and he turned back. "What happened, Jamie?" Jamie sighed. "Well, it appears that they were ambushed and waylaid about halfway to the coast. Rob was still with them, so they were still on their way and not returning. Colonel Armbruster has been here, and says that it would appear that between one and two dozen men opened fire on them. They were all killed instantly." Actually, Armbruster had said that they had not all been killed instantly; the phrase he had described the late Earl's condition being was '...butchered like a swine in a slaughterhouse!' "Oh, sweet Jesus! I'm so sorry, Jamie, for your loss. This is terrible!" Jamie smiled wanly, and said, "Thank you, and my condolences to you as well, milady." At the mention of her title, Katherine paled. "I don't suppose that title will last long. If you leave me to get dressed, milord, I shall get any things of mine from your father's chambers." "Lady Dunrossiter, there is no haste needed for that! You may do so at your leisure, as you wish." "Then it best be done soon, milord. I do not know what is to become of me, but I must be prepared, eh?" Jamie stared down at the woman in confusion. "Don't be daft! What are you talking about!?" Katherine Dunrossiter looked at her stepson with a weak smile. "Jamie, really, what is to become of me? Well? I have nothing more than a name - no income, no lands, no properties. My title came with my husband, but you are now the Earl, and as we are not blood, I have no claim on you. All I can ask is the simple decency to allow me a few days to gather my wits and see myself off, if you would be so kind." She spoke calmly, much as Jamie imagined a man on the way to the gallows would. It all made such perfect sense, and he was wroth with anger. "My God, woman, and what have I ever done to you to deserve such insult! I should throw you out, and tonight, for treating me so! I am not my father, whatever you think!" Katherine quailed at the outburst. "Jamie..." "By God, Lady Dunrossiter, you have lived in this house for nigh on nine months now, and you think I could act like them! I may have loved my family, but I can not say as I particularly liked them. You may stay or go as you wish. Your lands will be yours again in the morning. Good evening, madam!" Katherine cried out as the young man began to rise, and surged upright, wrapping her arms around Jamie, dragging him back down to the bed. She was shaking as the tears poured forth from her reddened eyes. Over and over she repeated, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." By reflex, Jamie began to stroke the back of the weeping young widow, his fingers tingling at the feel of her naked flesh beneath them. The bedclothes had slipped to her waist as she had arisen to hug herself to him, and now she was naked in his arms. His manhood began rising within his breeches as he began to calm her. "It's all right, you'll be all right..." Katherine's shivering stopped and she looked up at Jamie. Suddenly he appeared much older and more mature than she had ever imagined, and his face, so sternly wrathful but moments ago, now seemed calm and composed. Suddenly she became aware of her nudity, but was astonished at the lack of concern this caused her. She cupped his cheek with a hand and was surprised that a trace of stubble was felt. Jamie was growing up indeed. He kissed her fingertips gently, and Katherine brought her face up to his. Their first kiss was in such contrast to the kisses her late husband had given her. When he had kissed her, it was with a wanton passion that needed satisfaction immediately. Jamie's kiss conveyed both his strength and his caring, and burned her lips as his father's never had. She brought up both hands to hold his head in place as she explored his lips, feeling his tongue questing against her own. His hands roamed her supple back and sides as he moaned with released passion. Jamie's mind whirled as he felt himself drawn down to his step-mother's bed. This could not be happening, it was wrong, but it felt so very right! He tried to draw back but she held him close and continued devouring his lips. Amazed, he felt her hands working at the buttons of his shirt and drew upright. Looking down at her, he drew his breath in and gasped at the sight. The bedcovers had drawn away from Katherine and she lay naked to his gaze. Her breasts were perfectly formed, with small and dark nipples, and were larger even than Jenny's. Looking lower, her navel was a perfect jewel indenting the pleasant curve of her belly. Lower still her womanhood was framed with a tiny triangle of dark brown hair, so different from the thick red thatch that Jenny possessed, or even the much sparser blonde covering Gwen wore. "We can not, we must not...", he croaked out as he felt Katherine begin to peel away his shirt. Lifelessly he allowed her to bare his chest, and she began running her fingers across his chest. It felt as if her fingertips were blazing with fire, and his resolve began melting away. Katherine smiled at him and moved her hands down to his breeches. His manhood moved as if to tear loose, and after what she had experienced at the hands of Jamie's father, she had few compunctions against letting it do so. Jamie groaned as he felt his step-mother expose him, and Katherine gasped as she saw the monster he had been concealing. Good Lord, she thought to herself, he's even larger than his father! She lay back on the bed, pulling Jamie down with her, and spread her legs wide. Jamie was too mesmerized by the sight of Katherine to even consider any more that this was an offense against nature. He positioned himself and slid inside Katherine's cunny, sinking in deeply, not stopping until he felt himself butt up against her body, his cock buried inside her. Jamie's back arched as he penetrated the tight and slick tunnel, and Katherine wrapped her legs and arms around his torso to hold him in position. She was panting and crying out incoherently, and drew his face back down to embrace and kiss anew. Any objections that Jamie had slipped his mind as his hips began churning driving him into Katherine. It was an animal passion, the rutting of a prime stallion with a beautiful mare. Chest heaving, he snorted and gasped as he threw himself atop his step-mother, pinning her to the cushions as he drove himself into her. It was her screams of release that sent Jamie over the edge, his cock throbbing as it spewed a pulsing torrent of his seed towards her womb. Gasping with the exertion, he collapsed in Katherine's arms. Rousing himself, he weakly groaned, saying, "Oh, God, this is so wrong..." "Oh, Jamie, whatever this is, it is anything but wrong!" Katherine had never been taken with such intensity by the late Earl. He was attuned only to his own pleasures, and Jamie, even in his deliriously randy condition, had given her such enjoyment as she had never felt before. Even though she had spent only a single time, that spending had lasted longer and was more joyous than all the others she had ever had! Eager to begin again, she began tightening her cunny around Jamie's softening organ, a technique which her husband had forced her to learn. Jamie groaned as the woman beneath him began to manipulate him. Stiffening within her, he began moving again, life returning to his ravaged manhood. His second coupling with Katherine was, perforce, somewhat slower and gentler, his first exertions having weakened his need and drive. Katherine enjoyed this tryst with even greater intensity, spending copiously, writhing in her new lover's arms as she tried to coax him to greater heights of passion. She had never felt so full, so fulfilled, so in love before. Grunting with his release, Jamie filled her tunnel with a fresh offering of his love and collapsed beside her on the bed. As she cuddled against him, he swooned and fell into a deep sleep. Epilogue Jamie Dunrossiter looked around his late father's study with wry amusement. So many lives were ruined in this room. So many despicable and fraudulent deals were prepared here. It seemed appropriate to begin building something better from there. That next morning, almost a fortnight ago, when he had woken to find Katherine draped around him, had been the most momentous day of his life. It was greater even, than the day before, when his father and brothers had been killed, since that had simply set the scene for the new life he lived. As he had stirred awake, Katherine's eyes had opened and she had greeted him warmly with a kiss that had seared his soul, then she had moved her lips down his body, to take him into her mouth. Jamie had protested that they must stop, but Katherine had continued, urging him on with her lips and fingers until he had roared out, his hips bucking upwards, and spewed his life's force down her throat. Afterwards, gasping, he had demanded why she had suckled his cock. Laughing, his new lover had said, "Well, my darling, if I'm not ripe already, I soon will be, and I don't think you want me to be with child, do you?" Jamie had smiled and quipped, "Well, if that were to happen, we could always blame it on the Earl, eh?" "Perhaps, love, at least one of them, but such a ruse would not work for much longer, not unless the bastard's cock reached out from the grave." "What in God's name are we doing?", asked Jamie. "This is so wrong. It is the sin of incest, and will surely doom us to perdition!" Katherine sat up in the bed and surveyed Jamie's naked form. "I have given that some thought, and while I would chance such for the ecstasy I found with you last night, I think you are wrong. Such would be you and a sister, which you do not have, or with your mother, which I am not. You and I are not related, my dear, any more than your father and I were." "Not all would agree with that statement, milady.", he had replied with a raised eyebrow. He placed his hands behind his head and looked Katherine's form over in the early morning light. If anything, she looked even more beautiful than before. "So, are you with child now?" She shrugged. "I think not, but we will not know for a fact until my courses, love. I do think it best that we gambol in a different fashion for the time being, though, would you agree?" "As you wish, Lady Dunrossiter. How shall I satisfy your needs this morning?" Katherine shivered with delight as he called her by her title. Tossing the sheets back, she turned away from him and knelt in the center of the bed. As she spread her legs and raised her arse into the air, she looked back over her shoulder to see his manhood rearing up. "Jamie, I have another spot to place that, don't I?", she said, then lowered her face to the pillows. Jamie crawled behind her and inserted himself into her arse. Gwen had introduced himself to this form of play, saying it was the perfect method when she was ripe, and he had enjoyed it immensely, as had she. Katherine seemed to have learned the same lesson! By the time his breakfast was finished, Jamie's pleasant morning was over. The day was spent with a vast procession of Important People, from the Colonel and the local magistrate, to various barristers and townspeople, even the village priest, all offering solicitudes and condolences, and vast quantities of unrequested advice. It had been well after a late supper that Jamie had managed to retreat to his chambers, in the hope that Katherine might join him. Instead, when he had answered the knock on his door, it had been to find Gwen and Jenny, offering condolences of a different sort, which under ordinary circumstances he would have gladly accepted. He had declined their offers, but the two girls had simply smiled and raised their skirts to their waists, then fondled their sexes most blatantly until his resolve wavered and he found himself inviting them in. It was afterwards, when he had satisfied both maidservants, that Katherine had felt it sufficiently late and private to wrap a robe around her naked frame and pad down the hall to slip inside. Jamie had arisen from his bed with a start, attempting with little success to cover his nakedness. Katherine had simply laughed and removed her gown, asking if the party was over, or if she could join in. The threesome had made an opening for her to join them, then had concentrated on providing the mistress of the house with every pleasure imaginable. Still, his trysts with Katherine and the two girls had been about the only joy he had found in the last two weeks. The local garrison of dragoons was still delighting in storming around the countryside, kicking in doors and flogging the peasantry in a search for the perpetrators of 'The Dunrossiter Massacre.' Already several people had been sentenced by drumhead courts martial to hanging or transportation. Jamie had tried to mitigate the army's actions, which had not endeared him to either the military, who thought it damned odd for a man who had just been orphaned, or the local peasants, who thought him lucky to have escaped a justice suitable for anyone named Dunrossiter. He had attempted to mend fences with some of the peasantry by attempting to atone for his father's excesses, but this had been less successful than he had hoped. A perfect case in point was with Denny McLaury. Jamie had returned his grand-daughter with fifty guineas and a cancellation of her indenture. Denny had returned alone, storming up to Jamie in the courtyard and thrown the money in the dirt, saying that ten times as much was not enough to buy forgiveness for what had been done the girl. Jamie had agreed with the old man, replying that he had no other remedy available, as his father was already answering for the crime to a higher court, but it had not satisfied the man; he had stormed out, leaving the money on the gravel. Jamie had taken to carrying a loaded pistol in his waistband, which had proven useful at keeping some of the hotter heads at a respectful distance, though it also confirmed in their eyes that he was no different than the others before him. Even this had proved of little consolation. The English servants, long used to lording it over the Irish servants, now found that the new Earl intended to allow the Irish additional liberties. Jamie simply was trying to turn over a new leaf for the estate, but Clive Tolliver confronted him before a group of the other Englishmen and warned him to return their authority. Jamie had sacked the man on the spot, but Tolliver had become enraged and, as Jamie turned and walked away from the conflict, had roared and thrown his belt dagger at the youth. Seeing the movement out of the corner of his eye, Jamie had leapt aside, the knife burying itself in the side of the carriage house he was next to, then had calmly pulled his pistol, cocked it, and shot Tolliver dead in the courtyard as he attempted to pull forth another knife. Then, as the others stared, he had quietly pulled a paper cartridge from his pocket and reloaded the flintlock pistol, priming it and placing it back in his waistband, before ordering the body disposed of. Several of the servants, both English and Irish alike, had left by the next morning. Katherine had watched Jamie's mood darken as he became dejected, but could do little than offer her ample charms to him late at night, after any prying eyes had long since gone to bed. She, Jenny, and Gwen, all stayed true to him, but could do little to ease his burden. Once, when they were alone, she had informed him of her love for him, but Jamie had given her a sad smile, saying that he loved her as well, but that if he were to marry her, even if they found a priest willing to perform the incestuous ceremony, it would result in their utter ruin. Several days later, a magistrate visited, and Katherine was summoned to sign several more papers that were not explained to her, but she felt that questions would only darken Jamie's mood. In actuality, this action lightened it considerable, and Jamie was now able to explain. Rising from his father's chair, he went to the door of the study and opened it, calling loudly for Jenny. When she arrived, he sent the girl in search of both Gwen and Katherine, and when the three had returned, invited them inside. He closed the door behind the three women and directed them to high backed chairs before the desk. He settled himself behind the desk, and studied their worried faces before speaking.